Paroles de Bring me your love

Bring me the sweat of a concubine
Bring me the cooing of a dove
Bring me a quill from a northern pine
And bring me your love

Bring me the sword of a samurai
Bring me the stinger of a bee
Bring me all the queen's medicine
And bring me your love

And if in all these things we find
A beauty rare and objectified
If you bring your love in turn
All these treasures i will burn

Bring me the song of a narwhal
Bring me a funeral drum
Bring me the rose of jericho
And bring me your love

Bring me the eye of a hurricane
Bring me the dessert in a glove
Bring me the dagger tattooed
On hemingway
And bring me your love

And if in all these things we find
A beauty rare and objectified
If you bring your love in turn
All these treasures i will burn